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    The L Word = Defined: Ch.8

    The L Word = Defined: Ch. 8 Float like a Cannonball

    Bette walked down the halls of the CAC. It was 10:15pm and Bette was ready to leave. She wanted to go home and help Tina with the rest of her stuff.
    When she arrived home she noticed the front door open and Tina was in the door way, crying. Baby? Bette asked getting out of her car. Tdid something happen? She reached Tinas side, leaving down and looking at the objects in her hands.
    She saw a picture of her and Candace laying in bed together, a picture of Candace between Bettes spread legs, and other pictures of their meaningless time at the motel. Oh, Tina, She held Tina in her arms, softly rocking her, Where did you get these?
    Candace
    What? She came by here?
    Yea, she Tina choked back her tears, she dropped these off.
    Im going to Bette stopped, turning away from Tina and sitting herself down on the floor. I have no idea when she took these. I had no idea about them at all, baby.
    Tina nodded silently, still wailing out tears as she got up off the floor. She stopped crying long enough to let her tears turn to anger. She threw the pictures to the floor. She stood there, staring at the pictures.
    T, I swear to you. I will do everything in my power to, just stop all of hereverything shes doing. Bette started to let her own pain wash over her features, still sitting on the floor, looking over at the pictures. She slowly stood up and walked over to Tina. Baby, maybe you should lay down. You dont need all this stress. Bette helped Tina into the guestroom and laid her down. Pulling up the covers, Bette went to leave the room.
    Bette? Tina whispered, still letting her tears slowly fall down her cheeks.
    Yes, T? Bette turned around. She felt her heart skip a beat as Tina threw her shirt to the floor. She watched as Tinas curves slowly drifted under the covers. Her body laying gently against the bed.
    Can you come here? Tina whispered out, breathless, I dont want you to be gone again. She looked back down, then back up. Light tears shining in her eyes in the lamps light. Bette walked over to the bed, kicking off her shoes. She laid down next to Tina in the bed, pulling the covers up over her shoulders and gently rubbed Tinas shoulders. The whole time she was thinking about what she wanted to do to make Tina feel better and trust her again.

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    1. I didn’t mean to make her into something vile (Candace)…the reason for the pictures really wasn’t to be cruel, she was just giving them to Bette because she didn’t want to remember it anymore…I’ll try to explain that better laster on… As for making Bette into a saint, by no means is she, but Tina is a very forgiving person in my point of view, and Bette’s not going to stop what she can get…sorry for the inconvinece

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